| You do not like us 'cause your girlfriend likely does
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| And all your friends agree on her soft-spot for me
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| I’ll have my hard hands over her soft spots soon, you will see
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| And if you want a list of all her favourite bits
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| The next time I am free, quite comprehensively
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| I will scrawl them all down for you as an apology
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| Tell her the times we shared that broke have been repaired
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| Cinders of our old jokes have once again been stoked
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| But with a different girl, funnier now they’ve been rehearsed
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| All night, hung on your every word
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| 'Til we were interrupted by the birds
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| Singing, «Oh, your mask is slipping
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| Oh, your mask is slipping»
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| Songs I’ve written about your girlfriend
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| Are just psalms of spite since it came to an end
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| 'Cause I never made her smile like that
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| And she never made me smile right back
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| Although I always made her purr like a cat
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| She said I never made her smile like that
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| She stubbed her home club’s crest on me with cigarettes
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| A swift that matched the bird upon her football shirt
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| She would lift the hem, she would wear that thing like a skirt
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| The last time I was there, she let me wear her clothes
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| She painted my lips red so that we both ensured
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| I kiss her every inch, my god, the girl looked like she’d burned
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| All night, hung on your every word
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| 'Til we were interrupted by the birds
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| Singing, «Oh, your mask is slipping
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| Oh, your mask is slipping»
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| Songs I’ve written about your girlfriend
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| Are just psalms of spite since it came to an end
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| All these songs I’ve written about your girlfriend
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| Are just killing time while my heart is on the mend
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| 'Cause I never made her smile like that
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| And she never made me smile right back
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| Although I always made her purr like a cat
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| She said I never made her smile like that |